Serve Your Masters

I've heard them all say the road to hell is paved With intentions of the good at heart Their morals keep them watching Redemption is flaunted But temptation is so hard to ward off Hell, is the grin of the sadist preacher Hell, the taste of every sin and vice Hell, the eyes of the obedient masses At the bottom's where you'll Dwell and smile like the smug entitled Dwell among the waste in exile Dwell with the needle in your fucking arm You serve your masters well Now serve your masters in hell Flesh needs flesh Blood needs blood Have you served your masters well enough Lust needs lust Hate needs hate You live in the hell you create You serve your masters so well Their nightmares are made of songs hell's choir sings The screams of the damned so clear The rivers of fire, oceans of blood Will pale in comparison to here Hell, hell, hell You serve your masters well Hell, truest horrors of man come to life Hell, ancient lies that dull and deprive Hell, preying on confusion and torment At the bottom's wher you'll Dwell, with everyone casting judgement Dwell, imprisoned by belief and mindset Dwell, never being true to yourself You serve your masters well Now serve your masters in hell Flesh needs flesh Blood needs blood Have you served your masters well enough Lust needs lust Hate needs hate You live in the hell you create